I was at work yesterday. A client was checking out. I commented on the cute name of her cat “little one”. She told me how she rescued it when she was in Green Bay. We started a conversation about how I use to live in Appleton. When she asked why, I said “My ex-partner worked out there”. She shared her story with me. “I was married to my husband for 12 years, when he passed away I met [I can’t remember her name] and we moved to Seattle. I met her when I was 64.” I don’t know how she knew I was single. Or how she knew I was pessimistic about it, but she said to me “There is still hope”. What a beautiful and simplistic thing to say. I’m never going to forget that story.
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